The dark night sky was like a dead bird, and the moon was so pale that it scattered its light on the ground, allowing it to dance freely, and the wind blew the shriveled and wrinkled leaves, adding to the chill of autumn to the calm night.

Iruo fell asleep, breathing slowly and evenly, and the ticking of the clock, hovering around the empty room.

Knock knock~

Knock knock~

Knock knock~

A heavy knock on the door woke Iro.

Iruo covered her ears, she didn't want to listen, she didn't want to open the door, she didn't know how many times she would have to go through such a scene.

Knock knock~

Knock knock~

Knock knock~

The sound grew louder and louder, like a giant axe about to split the door, and the chains of the lock shook with a salad sound.

Yi Ruo rubbed her head, her hands covered her face, two tears slipped between her fingers, she wore a white nightdress, turned on the light, and walked slowly to the door, she hesitated, hesitated, but still opened the door chain, the cold air of autumn forced Yi Ruo to shiver.

It's him, or that hopeless look.

With a red chaff nose and bloodshot eyes, he swayed back and forth in the air with a dissatisfied wine bottle in one hand, and held the wall with the other, and if it weren't for his hands supporting the wall, his chubby body would have collapsed to the ground.

Belch~

Father shook his drunken head, struggled with all his might, and strode into the room drunk.

Iruo rubbed her cold, frozen arm and closed the door gently.

"Your wings are stiff, Lao Tzu told you to open the door, grinding and chirping!"

My father took off his skinless shoes and threw his black socks on the coffee table.

The dark and dilapidated couch creaked as it was suppressed by my father's body.

Belch~

Father took a big sip of wine.

"Say, what kind of heart do you have, you want me to freeze to death outside."

Father Yi's eyes struggled, his bloodshot eyes staring at Yi Ruo like a god of death, and the hand holding the wine bottle rested on the back of the sofa, spinning and pausing.

"I didn't, didn't I open the door for you?"

Yiruo glanced at Yi's father and turned back to the room, she didn't want to stay in the living room, she didn't want to see everything about him.

"Stop, little rabbit, say a few words to you, and you're still reasonable.

Iruo didn't want to pay attention to him, she just wanted to enter her room, she began to stride towards the room, she felt sick even to breathe.

"Rebellion, you have to stand for me today."

Father placed the bottle on the table, and the green bottle was refracted by the dull yellow light.

Father dragged the stained shoes and strode over to Iro.

Iro ran into the room in a panic, her fingers touching the door of the room, ready to shut down all this terrible thing.

Father Yi had already walked to the door of the room, and he pushed the door of the room with both hands, how could he let this disobedient little beast go.

The crack in the door revealed the wrinkled face of Yi's father, and his bloodshot eyes stared at Yiruo, like a tiger had seen its prey.

She resisted, pushing the door hard, but how could a 16-year-old girl resist the strength of a strong, middle-aged man.

The door was slammed open.

She was desperate.

Looking at the man in front of her with frightened eyes, she wanted to escape, but the door was blocked by him, how could she go.

"Run, can't you run? Like your damn mother, so scared of me. ”

Father smiled contemptuously, and the light shone on Father, and the shadow became tall and strong on the wall.

The words cut like a knife into Iro's heart, and she couldn't breathe.

Mother is not like this, she is the strongest mother in the world.

She misses her mother, and she knows that if she was still there, she wouldn't hurt her.

She will resist all the suffering, crush the pain in her stomach, and give herself all the gentleness she has.

She wished there was a savior who could save her.

Iruo slowly retreated into the corner, she wanted to cry but she didn't want to express her vulnerability, so she should stay away from him, even if it was only a little distance.

"Then run, why are you going to retreat, aren't you hard-boned?"

Yi's father knew that she was scared, but this little brute, with that kind of unyielding eyes, was much like her mother, and seemed to want him to taste the power.

Yi's father put away his contemptuous smile, picked up the clothes pole next to the door, and walked towards Yiruo step by step.

Iruo wanted to escape, and when she saw him with a clothespole, she knew she couldn't escape the clutches.

Tears fell to the ground, two small splashes bloomed, she wanted to run away, she didn't want to be tortured like this again.

"Haha, run away, I'll let you escape."

Yi's father grabbed one of Iro's wrists, and the palm that looked like a plier was deeply stuck in Iro's hand, and Iro's hand struggled in resistance, but she couldn't struggle, she thought about the door that was pushed open.

She cried, utterly desperate, like a hare falling off a cliff, from which the abyss could not escape.

She begged her father to spare her, her red eyes full of begs for mercy and expectation, tears running down her white cheeks and her red wrists.

"I let you go, who will let me go."

Father Yi is not relenting, he smokes, drinks and gambles, will the account book of the debt let him go?

Father Yi raised the clothes pole and hit Yi Ruo viciously.

Iruo covered her head, but the pain in her back, arms, and legs was like thousands of ants tearing at Iro's skin.

Tears wet her scattered hair, and Iruo watched as her arms turned red and then purple-red bruises.

Shouldn't I wear long sleeves next time, so that there will be less pain and less bruising.

Iro blamed herself.

But she didn't dare to look at his face, and his appearance made her hairy. She didn't want to see it either.

The victim is looking at the face of the abuser, how desperate and numb it will be.

Ridiculous and helpless.

She laughed at herself for being too naïve, laughing at herself for resisting for no point, but laughing and laughing and crying again, she remembered the strong mother, the mother who gave her warm love.

She wanted to save some strength, she stopped struggling and let him fight.

There is no savior, she has known this since the day her mother died.

She knew that every time he came back after drinking, no matter whether he struggled or was obedient and didn't resist, he would not meet his father's satisfactory standards, and he would still be beaten viciously by his father.

She was tired.

She pitied her mother, and she knew that it was a tragedy for her mother to marry her father.

At that time, my father would also drink and go crazy, but my mother would never let him touch her, even if she was hurt.

She remembered that her father was still drunk and knocking on the door, and she wanted to pester her mother and let her mother play with her, but her mother touched her head and playfully scratched her nose, "It's time to sleep, Ruoruo, mom can't play with you all the time, but the door must be closed, otherwise the big cat will take you away, and what, don't come out no matter what sound you hear, you know?"

Mother smiled so sweetly, two dimples, and the corners of her curved mouth were raised.

Ruoruo nodded and closed the door.

She was lying on the bed, she didn't understand why she closed the door, she wasn't afraid of the big cat, how cute, she was willing to be taken away by the cat, her doll had a white cat, that was her good friend.

It's really time to listen to your mother and go to bed.

But what does my mother's sentence mean that she can't come out no matter what she hears?

She scratched her head, her head hurt from the thought, she covered her head with the quilt and closed her eyes tightly, but she couldn't sleep after tossing and turning.

She heard the trivial voices of her parents, heard heated arguments, heard the sound of things being smashed.

Curious, she opened the door, and she saw her father reach out and hit her mother in the face, the sound was so loud, she saw that her mother's face was stained with red palm prints, and blood was flowing from her nose and dripping on the floor.

He saw his mother squatting on the floor, that sweet smile was gone, and there was an extra bruise on the corner of her mouth, which was a depressed and lost face.

She ran to her mother, her little hands around her neck.

She loved her mother, and she didn't want anyone to hurt her.

"Dad, don't hit my mom!"

She cried, rubbing her eyes with both hands, her mouth pursed, and the quarrel disappeared in exchange for the cry of a child.

"Did I hit your mother?"

The man was quibbling, he had always been self-righteous.

"Dad didn't hit Mom, Mom accidentally fell, don't cry, child."

The mother wiped the child's tears with her sleeve and wiped her own tears mixed with nosebleeds on the sleeve.

The plain sleeves were made particularly bright by the tears and the blood.

"Your mother said she didn't fight, what are you stubborn about, be careful that I hit you!"

Father Yi threatened Xiao Ruoruo, but his emotions had been vented, and it didn't make much sense to make trouble any longer.

"Don't scare the kids!"

Mother hugged Xiao Ruoruo.

"You can do it yourself, I'll go to sleep"

Father Yi hummed a little song slowly and entered the room.

If you don't believe the words of adults, liars are all liars, but Dad doesn't beat Mom anymore, which is the greatest happiness for Yiruo.

"Mom, does your nose still hurt?"

Iruo stroked her mother's nose.

"It doesn't hurt, go to sleep, mom coaxes you to sleep"

Ruoruo was carried back to her room by her mother, and that night her mother hummed a lullaby, Ruoruo fell asleep......

Thoughts pulled Iroh back to reality.

The man threw the pole off the ground.

Yes, after fighting for so long, it should be tired.

He left, dragging his chubby body out of Iro's room.

The tall figure in the room vanished.

The lights in the living room were turned off.

Everything was calm again, as if nothing had ever happened in front of me.

Iro closed the door.

She curled up in a ball, she felt cold, but how could the cold of her body compare to the pain of her body and the trauma of her heart?

She looked at her bruises and touched them.

She suddenly got up and opened the drawer, and she found a mirror, and she wanted to see what she looked like, and this person did not look like a human being.

In the mirror, his eyes are red and swollen, two tear stains are particularly clear on his cheeks, his hair is scattered, and his nose is ruddy.

The female ghost is afraid of herself, with scattered hair, a white dress, and ruddy eyes.

She smiled, tears streaming down her face in the mirror, disrupting her clear self.

She doesn't care, and she doesn't dry the mirror.

She placed the mirror in a drawer, and locked it in the drawer, along with the tears that dripped from the mirror.

She was sleepy and tired.

She turned off the lights and went to bed.

Tears wet the pillow.

She turned sideways and curled herself up into small balls.

She slept, mingling with the ticking of the bells......